Hearing from God
It is a commonly accepted procedure that when “believing” you have heard from God, that you then chew it over, seek His affirmation and even seek a trusted mature Christian to share with, who will come alongside you and pray with you.
What if you were so taken aback by the audible voice that you struggled to believe in it’s source? Again! What if, having remembered after the second event, that you had heard that voice before, but you had ignored the warnings and you continue to rue that disobedience to this day. You are not likely to make the same mistake twice…or are you?
What if you took this information to a few reliable, mature, Godly folk, and without mentioning names, gave them a description of what happened? What if they categorically told you that the voice you heard was God. What if they told you that it was a warning, one to protect you but also to prepare you?
What would you do?
This is what happened this time, and what I did. Right or wrong, no motives, just me being me, open and honest and always keen to know the absolute truth. Belts and braces!
Keith and I, were having a meal at a friend’s house and during the meal I was having a fairly in depth discussion with the man of the house, I shall name him Fred for ease of purpose. Fred then suddenly whipped out his tongue, waggled it between his teeth, withdrew it and said “you know what that means don’t you”. I was shocked, for the tongue waggling appeared to be sexual. I chose to deny the possibility of it being so and simply said “no”, Fred then said “you should do”. I turned to my husband and Fred’s wife, in this case I will call her Wilma, who was serving the dessert, they were in conversation and had not seen the interaction between Fred and myself. I was about to ask my husband what Fred had meant by his act and words but I was stopped.
We moved on a little and adjourned to the sitting room. Fred was asked to make the drinks and I requested coffee. The coffee was presented and once everyone was settled I picked up my mug to drink and suddenly a voice, an actual voice, loud and clear said “don’t drink that Fred spat into it” I immediately put the mug down. Feeling very flustered, shocked, and a tad panicked I tried to calm myself. The other three were in conversation with each other, as was the norm, so my silence did not create attention. The next thing the voice said to me was so shocking, and I braced myself for more unwanted information on this man. I sat puzzling as to why Fred had behaved as he did, his sexual overture was not uncommon, he had often made inappropriate jokey remarks to me, and I had always reported them back to Keith, but this was different. I was longing to get out of the house and speak to Keith
As soon as we were in our car and had driven out of the driveway I asked Keith about the tongue waggling, he immediately told me that in his school days that boys who did that were inviting girls to have oral sex. Just as I had suspected. Then I explained all that had happened. Keith was very quiet but then told me he was uncomfortable with continuing to see his friend. I assured him that I was happy with his friendship with Fred, but I did not want to see Fred again. I did not want to come between the two, but I did want to extricate myself from his questionable behaviour.
Over the weeks ahead I became very troubled by the whole thing, I wanted clarification and we asked our Pastor to visit us at home. I asked him if the voice I had heard was God or was it something demonic? He stated it was God and explained why I have received the information after the act at the table. That I should not be troubled by it, but thankful that I was being protected. We mentioned the scenario to a few other people, always without mentioning names, not that anyone we spoke to would have known Fred and Wilma. Not once has anyone even hinted that the voice I heard was anyone but God’s voice. I have not had any funny looks, jokes, or statements about my sanity or the possibility that the voice was demonic.
I continued to meet with Wilma for the occasional coffee but Keith had written to Fred to say he was bowing out of their regular meetings. There was no argument, but I guess Fred knew why, for he did not question Keith about his decision.
Eventually Wilma approached me and wanted to know why Keith had withdrawn from Fred. I told her not to worry about it. But I discussed it with Keith and we agreed that if she asked me again, we would tell her, together. She did ask me again, so I invited her to the house, as we did not want her to be told in a public place. I explained some of what had ensued that night. (Not the third thing) She said she could not believe it, which I expected, and that she would have to share it with Fred and come back to us. We said that was fine. We also told her we had never mentioned their names in the retelling of the story. She was thankful for that.
Wilma came back to us and told us that Fred had denied all of it. That was to be expected. She also told us that God does not lie, so therefore it could not have been God. She asked me if I had an issue with the friendship between Keith and Fred!!! As if. I was beginning to feel rather defensive now, first of all she insinuates that because God does not lie I must therefore be lying, as her husband has not! Then she creates a motive for me to lie. Then she tells us that she had taken it to a few close friends who had known them for a long while and they had denied that Fred could possibly have behaved in such a manner. However, she then stated that she could not tell us what those friends had said about me! All said very calmly, but oh!
I stood and told her that as God is my witness I have no motive and I only told her because she kept asking, I also told her that I would not lie about such a thing, it was as shocking to me as it is to her. I also reiterated that I had not told anyone their names, yet she had not bestowed the same respect on us. She said she could not meet with me again, and that she was sad about that as she enjoyed my company!!!???
Since then, we have bumped into a mutual “friend” of Fred and Wilma’s and given short shrift. Our name has been blackened. I find that offensive. It seems to be the way of the world these days. If you stand on moral ground you are hauled through mud. The actual truth is never reiterated but only a version of what happened, their version.
I know Wilma has not have recounted what we told her accurately. When she reiterated the scenario to us that last time, she said “you accused Fred for spitting in your coffee “. I said no, I had not done that, I had been told by the voice that he had spat in my coffee. She then went on to say, “how could you know whether Fred had spat in your coffee, you did not see him make it”. No, I did not see Fred make my coffee and I did not accuse him for doing such a thing, I simply didn’t drink it for the voice had warned me that Fred had spat into it. So if she has gone around telling people I accused her husband of spitting in my coffee?…..As for the tongue waggling, that has been put aside, by her, as a licking of lips, despite the fact that the lips were untouched by the tongue!
It is hard to stand firm at times, when people can be so disbelieving of what you say or experienced and so forth. But as God is my witness, what happened, is what happened. It was God, and no, God does not lie. Humans lie. This human is not lying.
I have been told, that if it had not been of God that I would have not continued to grow in Christ but would have withdrawn and been troubled. I find that so reassuring.
So often one hears folk saying “and God said…..”, which tends to make a listener somewhat sceptical, especially when that listener does not “hear” from God very often and in my case, never in the manner of this particular evening. I am truly believing that it was God and I will know His voice next time.
This event took place some months ago, and due to the response from mutual friends with Fred and Wilma, I feel the time is right to share the facts of the event, in the very real hope that they, or other’s will read this and hear the truth of what happened. One friend suggested I leave it alone, leave it for God to sort out, good advice, which I took for a while, but things have developed since then.
What do you think?
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